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he's everything inside of you that you wish you could be
His feet shifted ever slightly on the roof of the building, and more dusty sand swirled around his heavy boot and moved skyward. His boot may have been strange looking to any other Luperci, considering that many did not wear anything on their feet, but it was perfect for him. It was a perfect fit; he had not taken one made by man, but had, in fact, fashioned it himself. It was soft and formed to his foot, making very little noise on surfaces such as that and, like his wapiti hide clothing, had been made when he was fully grown and filled out. If he had any skills, it was the woman's skill to create clothing out of animal skins. This, and bare back riding, which he often did but never flaunted. Many of these lycanthropes had never even been close enough to a horse to touch one. He considered, briefly, what the reaction to the varnish roan Appaloosa might be.
Nonetheless, he dismounted from Adonvdo's broad back the minute they had reached the city and he had gone on alone. His saddle bags were left in a tent that he had set up on the fringe of Ethereal Eclipse to await Ayegali's verdict. He had managed to climb the library, skilled at climbing as he was (truly, Dohi had many skills that he had developed in Nature, but as humble as he was, he rarely would admit it), and now he looked down upon the two very unfamiliar canines.
One was clearly a dog, but the other was totally unidentifiable. Another odd point, he noticed, was that the second — a female by the different scent — was cooking. In his tribe they had dried meat before for travel, and AniWaya females knew how to cook (and it was a skill, again, that he had picked up over time), but he wasn't too certain if it was only tribes that did it. Now, he saw, it was something that other werewolves seemed to have picked up on. The tuxedo paused a moment to listen carefully to the words of the dog, and then he lowered himself to drop onto a balcony, and then hopped down to the ground.
He immediately tuned himself into their emotions. Resignation, he caught, to the whims of boiling; she was a peaceful woman, for all her unfamiliar physical traits. Confusion; the dog, Dohi noticed, was too mixed up in emotions as far as he could tell to be able to predict his intentions by his feelings. The empath turned first to the woman, the enquiry that the dog had asked written in his own face, but then, what reason could one be boiling water but to cook or brew something with? It was quite clear to the tribal man.
I hope my intrusion is not unwelcome, came his deep and relaxing voice as he sat himself cross-legged on the sidewalk, the library now a forgotten perch in the background. He wasn't there for the food, but the company; and both non-wolves were intriguing to him.